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Sage of the Forlorn Path's "I dream of angels" AKA my fav story ever

Date: 6/4/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Author: PolishCock, Rating: 78.6, Source: sexstories.com

am immortal, and the only way for my death to occur is for everything and nothing to collide and end my existence. Or am I wrong? Will I continue to exist beyond death? Will I live on, even while my body rots in the ground? It’s possible, it’s certainly not impossible.’ “Hey Marcus, want to play chess?” My brother Phil asked. I was sitting on the couch in the living room, watching TV with a wet towel on my head. I had been feeling feverish all day. Phil was two years younger than me and had the same black hair as I did, though his was cut shorter and he had a different bone structure. He and I had been playing chess for years and he had never once beaten me. You could say it was the one activity we did as brothers, and from what I guessed, this was his attempt to try and distract me from my pain. “Yeah, sure.” I shrugged. Phil sat on the other end of the couch and the board was set up. I kept my eyes focused mainly on the TV, looking at the board only when it was my turn. I had some difficulty moving the pieces, my fingers felt stiff and brittle. “Phil, do you know where I could get some pot?” I asked out of the blue. “What?” He exclaimed, wondering where the question had suddenly come from. “Come on, I know you’re a freshman, but you’ve always been on the social circuit. You must know someone who can sell me some weed.” I sighed. “No, I don’t hang around with people like that.” He replied. I sighed again and continued to play. For once, Phil managed to beat me, but it was a ... hollow victory, especially with how quickly he won. I knocked over my king with a click of my tongue. “Well now, it looks like the old king is dead and the new king has risen. Long live the king.” I said dryly before getting up and leaving. “Hey Marcus, what’s up?” My sister Emily asked, surprised to see me standing in the doorway. Emily was a year older than me and a Senior, she’d be turning 18 and graduating in the spring. She had my mom’s blond hair, but it was mixed with my dad’s dark hair gene. “Do you know anyone at school who could sell me some pot?” I asked, nearly scaring her with how blunt I was. “What? No! And you shouldn’t be smoking that stuff, it’s bad for you!” She said shrilly. “Oh cut the shit Em! It’s goddamn marijuana, it’s completely harmless and you know it!” I barked back. Emily’s eyes darkened and we were both silent. I softened my tone before continuing. “You know I wouldn’t even bother with the stuff under normal circumstances… but things have changed.” I huffed. “Marcus, do you really think that stuff will cure your cancer?” She asked. “I wouldn’t believe it if it did, I’m just hoping that it can make things easier. Come on, pot is probably the least dangerous thing I could put in my system these days and the government banning it is one of the most retarded things in the history mankind. It’s a fucking plant that makes people feel good. Besides, let’s say the anti-pot propaganda is true and it is bad for me, do you honestly think that I’ll live long ...